So for the 1st time in two months I miss out on posting once a week. Well thats the positive way of looking at it, because I was not blogging for more than two months before I started again. There is a post on which I am writing one, but just stuck up with some part of it. And about the books I am reading, in the last part of the philosophy book. I am just reproducing a nice passage from it which I relate to the way I think sometimes. These are the words of Blaise Pascal, a French mathematician and philosopher.
"When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the little space i fill, and even can see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of space of which I am ignorant, and which knows me not, I am frightened, and am astonished at being here rather than there, why now rather than then."
This is what I think many times when I am alone. I think of me being a invisible dot in this infinite universe. I wonder along the horizons and limits of the limitless universe and come back only to realize that my world is actually very small.